I was again trying to take a nap. And like before, it didn't go so well. Sam was still researching for some answers, Brice was being herself. In other words, watching some show on the motel TV, laughing every now and then. At least she wasn't so depressed anymore. She had been calling me old and such before but soon gave up because I didn't care. I was freaking tired! Time travel wasn't easy. I still hadn't told anyone that I had done it. They didn't seem to notice so what was the point? It can be me and Cas's little secret.

Then there was Dad. He was pacing back and forth, right in front of my bed. Try to sleep during that. He kept glancing between Brice and Sam. I really want to get in the guy's head. But no matter how many times I tried, there was that wall. I wasn't saying that in the metaphorical sense either. When I peeped inside his head, it appeared literally as a brick wall. I guess he was imagining that and I just saw it that way. It was sooo annoying. It was the same with Sam. Stupid Winchester's. Well, im one too, so would that make me stupid? Questions to ponder. Then, when I had given up on the sliver of hope that I would get some sleep this century, there was some excitement.

"Okay Dean. Why do you keep looking at me?" Sam asked. He was giving Dean what was similar to Brice's death glare when I try to do something really stupid. So every moment of the day in other words.

"Like you don't know? You saw what happened!"

Drama! I need popcorn right now. Even Brice had turned away from her show to watch.

"What Dean? The demon? Or Brice having demon powers?" Brice looked briefly sad but it went away.

"Sam, aren't you over that? You aren't using your powers anymore, right?" Dad asked. Sam has powers? That he shouldn't be using from the sound of it.

"No Dean! I told you that? But don't you think its bit of a coincidence?" He's got a point there.

I looked at Brice. She was watching this very closely now. Man, this is weird!

"But Brice isn't drinking freaking demon blood for god's sake!" Dad was yelling now and he was downright scary then. Mental note to stay on his good side. And demon blood?

To lighten the mood like I always do, "Well Brice I don't know. Have you been drinking demon blood?" I asked.

She shrugged, catching onto my game, "Only sometimes. You know when there is just that craving for blood you have to have it"

Dad calmed down a bit and smiled. "You two are quite a pair"

"We know" we said at the same time.

Brice started picking at her clothes "I seriously need some new ones. This is disgusting." She commented.

I nodded, my inner girl that rarely show up making an appearance. "I only brought three pairs. Wanted to travel light"

"To the mall!"

To say Sam and Dad were terrified is an understatement. They watched in horror as teenagers squeled and begged for clothes that were way to out priced.

"You don't take that long to pick out a couple clothes right?" Sam asked.

Me and Brice just laughed. Silly guys thinking this was going to be quick. Usually I hate shopping and avoided it like the plague. But seeing my new family squirm is just too fun. So if I stayed in the section of pink and glitter a tad too long, I can't be held liable. Even though I had to hold back the urges to puke.

We even made a silent pack, meaning I went into her head, that we had to try on all the clothes that made the 'maybe list'. This was more than half the store at every store. And we ended up walking out with less than ten bags. If my mom saw me now, she might have died of a heart attack. She probably is the first one to die in heaven though.

Then it was to the shoes. I loathed shoe shopping. Just think, exactly how many people tried on those shoes before you? Putting in their nasty feet. But I dragged it out as long as possible. Assking Brice what shoes went with the outfits we bought, her asking what color she should buy.

"we aren't made of money you know!" Dean said, nearing a nervous breakdown. A few moms sniggered behind him.

"With all those credit cards you should be" I retorted. I had recently found out that since hunting didn't pay, they ran a series of credit card scams to keep them going. What I want to know is why do they still stay in seedy motels?

Dean rolled his eyes and made himself comfy on one of the little stools. Sam had already been sitting, pulling his hair out. I was so loving every moment of this. This was torture for them and it was hilarious. So we may have went overboard but hey, it was time we had a relaxing day. But then again, it was about time something happened too.

It was nothing supernatural, just some stupid teen that was probably on crack. He had pulled out a gun in the food court and his buddies were blocking all the entrances. And it just so happened that the show store was right next to the food court.

Sam and dad started walking out, even after me and Brice whispering fiercely for them to stay. Let's just say that didn't work.

"Stay where you are!" the maniac screamed. But they didn't listen.

"Calm down buddy. Put the gun on the ground, nobody's gonna hurt you" Dad said.

The mad man pointed the gun at his head "Come any closer and I will shoot you" he threatned. This guy was nuts!

"Go ahead; shoot me. I really don't care" Dad said. Well I do! I ran out of the store next to him. Brice was following me since she tried pulling on my arm but ended up getting dragged with me.

'Don't use your powers' I said in her head. Didn't want the civilians to see anything now do we?

The crazy person transferred his gun pint to me. "Fine, ill shoot your kid"

"Woah! Slow down there cowboy! You don't need to shoot anyone!" I said. I felt like saying' I'm too young to die!' but I thought that was too over the top.

But like all crazt people, he didn't listen. But at least he had some sense left in his brain that was probably half dead. He shifted the gun to my leg and shot me just below the knee. I crumpled down to the ground, searing pain running up my leg. This freaking hurt!

"Emily!" Brice, Dad, and sam all yelled. Then I blacked out. Perfect moment right?